Mr. Bozack - Hardcore lyrics
[Production by EPMD, & Mr. Bozack] [Hook] "Hardcore.. to make the brothers act fools" {*4X*} [Parrish Smith] When I turn the party out, all hands is in the air Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs It's the punk funk sound to make a sane man flip Girls rush the stage, f*ggots cold dip Low, to avoid the caps and blows By the g**ners, at the b-boy shows Where the cops, try to control the crowd But they can't, system's cranked, "So Wat Cha Sayin"'s pumpin loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan-Am Brothers lickin off like the Son of Sam and The ba**, continues to thump Some brothers hit the parkin lot, to go pop trunks Hoes are slapped, j**els are snatched Brothers are caught in the crossfire without no caps And on my way out, I heard a s**er scream and shout {AHHH! ni**aZ!} "n***as," yeah cold turn the party out [Hook] [Erick Sermon] Rap combat is where it's at and I attack Any crab MC, that's down with the wack And I wreck, and if I can I snap a neck Throw a knockout blow, and look for a tech I'm terror, new edition to rap era I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius I'm equipped with the thinkin cap they call keenness And yo, with that, I can break fool Especially when the posse is thick and got tools Makes me feel good cause they got steel No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal K-A, microphone wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rockin on, word is bond, so abandon ship My name is Erick Sermon now watch out when I flip I'm far from a chump, I'm hardcore like Brooklyn Mess with me, and get your manhood took-en [Hook] [Redman] I got it goin on, since I'm up next to flex You bet I drop heavy so girls grab your Kotex I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit And my lip gets to the point, to rip some mo' fly sh** Redman ready to rock rough rhymes Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time Punk push a pen and pencil when I'm pissed Pack pistol posse, flow some more pro sh** Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum, funky to floor, ay f** ya freak words for foreplay Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback A monster, murder motherf**s like Manson A madman ,who mutilize men with 9-M-M Bullets blow bad, brother back to back I slam Bread and bu*ter, break beats to Bam Bam Jump off the jim before I jack my johnson I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swansons Dennis stamp dummy, I'm diggin a dungeon Can you dig that I dig deep, to destroy dumb-dumbs? Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro My afro's in the house (YO YO YO!) Long as I live large, life will be luxury Ladies in Lamborghinis, love is like luck to me Nasty n***a, competition is none From Newark, New Jersey, knock heads like Mike Nunn sh**, grab the steel when I'm strokin Smoke with shotguns but the sign said no smokin Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea Cut like Chuckie, plus style is co*k-D Superman Lover, cool from the new school Hold your breath, while I walk holdin my j**els [Hook] - ad lib scratches to fade